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I am this odd personality...in the Myers-Briggs world, a rare INFJ.
I see a lot of things in metaphor and/or analogy.
In a world that often makes no sense, I will walk into the fire...not afraid to share my opinion, but often will be my own worst critic when I do.

My husband, Dave, is my opposite, my shadow personality. He doesn't overthink (like me)...but takes action. In my eyes, he is heroic. He, too, is a protector. When we hear the coyote at night...he will just go out and shoot into the air ~~ scattering them from our farm.

The other morning, as I was getting ready for the day ahead, I heard the crows call. This is

always an ominous sound to me. There is a good reason a group of crows is called a

"Murder of Crows". I watched where they flew...to the side of the road between our farm &

the next. I assumed they had found a carcass to pick at. My disdain was obvious as I made

sure to go that way to work. I promised myself I could even take on crows...fighting back

their selfish greed. Metaphor. Analogy. Thus is the world of an INFJ. If I can't wrap my

mind around how exactly we fix the greater good, let me take off after the crows. I may

Welcome to my little blog...I post a little something when the mood strikes...sometimes I open up a post for comments, but most of the time I don't. I know how complicated commenting on blogs can be, and want to keep this simple....I just thank you for visiting!

"I roamed the countryside searching for answers to things I did not understand." Leonardo da Vinci

Our Barn Sale is again featured in Flea Market Style, Spring 2013. We are blushing here!

A Bit About Me...

I have this little Steiff Rabbit with most of its mohair fur worn off. That is me...not perfect, a little worn, but plenty loved.
I am a gatherer, and I also pay attention to details. If you can describe something as "sweet" or "charming" -- I likely will need to adopt it. I believe in wonder, and I pray I will always feel hopeful at the end of the day. Sunshine on my shoulder will sometimes make me cry and barefeet will always make me smile.

Feel free to contact me...

We arrived at our farm in 2006: found it on a Saturday-- owned it on Tuesday. It took almost a year before we could move in....and now, we count our blessings every day.

We come home. At the end of our journey -- this embrace of a farm awaits us. We come home. We breathe. We come home.

Welcome to our farm, our lives --- this is who we are.

I wonder....
what would have happened if we hadn't traveled northwest that Saturday. If we hadn't stopped in awe at this vacant farm. If we hadn't fought to adopt her and soothe her hurts. What would have been lost or missed in our lives? I wonder.